Our first morning in Rome, Coach had arranged for us to take a train to Pompeii. My dad, the world's biggest history buff, considered it a must-see highlight, so Mini requested we visit the ruins with her.
* Understand, this was our first morning, so I had no expectations. I pack my GF oatmeal and a bowl deep enough to cook it in a microwave. So not being able to make that was not ideal. But, Coach took the time to organize our trip and I rolled with it.
We took a cab to the train station, because I was not willing to sacrifice more sleep in order to try to figure out the bus system again. Our hotel was about a 6 minute taxi ride to the station. Coach wasn't sure how challenging it would be to find our train, so we arrived approx. 40 minutes early. Anyone who knows me IRL will understand - early is a departure for me. We were so early our track wasn't yet listed on the schedule board.
Mini and I poked around the station in search of breakfast, while Coach stared at the overhead schedule awaiting our assigned track. She and Coach could have a pastry, or anything. Me? I found nothing. We surrendered and landed at McDonalds, waiting forever to get the sandwiches (for my gluten eating companions) and plain eggs for me. I was relieved to eat something.
We took a long train ride before catching a bus to Pompeii. Mini suspected there was another way to get to Pompeii - staying on the train seemed more sensible. Coach had done his research and his nose was out of joint when I asked if it maybe made more sense to go Mini's suggested route. 'I-organized-this-trip' feathers were ruffled, which made for a less than ideal Pompeii experience. Coach's feathers, once ruffled, do not smooth easily.
After the train, we raced to where the bus was supposed to pick us up. I had to pee. Understatement. The bus wasn't there. I deiced to find a bathroom - "Hold the bus for me." Coach was nervous that we'd miss the bus, so he told me to be back in 5 minutes. Need I paint you a picture of me with a full bladder all out running (after I asked a worker where the toilets were) up an escalator, taking the stairs two at a time, then .5 miles down the no-joke, longest corridor?
Who designs a train station with one bathroom all.the.way.at.one.end of a mile long building? I panicked and aborted my mission. I returned to Coach and Mini, where we continued to wait for maybe 15 minutes before I said, That's it. I have got to pee. If this bus is this late, they can wait for me. I'm not giving up this time.
Then I asked the same guy, admitting I'd not been successful the first time. He motioned and told me All the way - you have to go all the way to the end.
He wasn't kidding. I suspect I crossed the border into Switzerland to find the bathroom. When I returned, the bus had arrived. Coach had bought tickets in advance for this bus, but he couldn't find them on his phone. The bus driver spent several minutes waiting, showing Coach the app, while Coach kept assuring him he bought them, and trying to find where his phone saved them. Finally the driver let us on without checking our tickets. Coach found them later, but we were in our seats and no one cared anymore.
This is how we travel. It isn't always pretty. And this is days before one of us puked her guts out and shit her pants.
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Are you drawn to historic sights? Does your phone hide downloaded or saved tickets too? If you plan it, does that mean no one better question it? Asking for a friend. Oh, and longest you've had to race to locate a bathroom (In a public place like a train station no less - still boggles the mind).